Beautiful bright colors, blue, yellow, orange,
favorites of mine, standing out in spheres of
my latent mind, awaiting the chance to be
visible in a poem like this.
A painting on the wall of a doctor's waiting room,
depicting women at a table, having tea, yet what
sets my senses writhing are those of my favorite
colors, chosen by me because of their spirits,
pure, bright and totally of my essence and passion
in this difficult life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem